MY ANGEL IN THE SKY by Tanielle Childers

I went in for a gender ultrasound for our third child at 19 weeks, only to discover our sweet baby no longer had a heartbeat...

I delivered our son, Dason, the very next day on August 10, 2012. This poem was written in the months that followed our devastating loss. Writing poetry is one of the most healing ways, for me, to confront difficult emotions, process and validate my overwhelming heartache and to find the courage and strength to forge ahead. My son’s life and death has truly awakened my spirit and my heart will continue to beat in honor of him as long as I am on this earth.

My Angel in the Sky

The sun outside is shining bright.
Not a cloud up in the sky.
And yet this darkness swallows me whole.
My heart chokes on goodbye.

Sorrow wraps around me tight,
Making it hard to breathe.
And though I know this too shall pass,
For now, I’m asked to grieve.

The life I once held close to mine,
Protected in my womb.
Has died and gone to heaven
And was taken all too soon.

Hold on to those you love so dear.
Memorize the moments as they pass by.
Live, love, laugh all you can
And learn from the tears you’re asked to cry.

If nothing ever changed in life,
Butterflies would not be.
And heaven would have no angels,
If God never set them free.

The sun outside is shining bright
Not a cloud up in the sky.
My son’s life and death has awakened me.
My heart beats for him this time.

His spirit wraps around me tight
His death so hard to believe.
And yet the light he shines on me,
Gives me all the strength I need.

I miss him so, my beautiful boy
And honor his life by living mine.
I love him still, I always will.
My heart beats for his this time.

Hold on to those you love so dear.
Memorize the moments as they pass by.
Live, love, laugh all you can
And learn from the tears you’re asked to cry.

If nothing ever changed in life,
Butterflies would not be.
And heaven would have no angels
If God never set them free.

The sun outside is shining bright.
Not a cloud up in the sky.
If nothing ever changed in life,
Our angels wouldn’t fly.

Tanielle Childers is an award winning artist, mother of two and wife enjoying life in Loveland, Colorado USA, right next door to the gorgeous Rocky Mountains. She finds inspiration to create and paint through her dreams, emotions and playful imagination. Vibrant, happy colors and unique, whimsical style make Tanielle's art magical, refreshing and truly one-of-a-kind. To see an online gallery of Tanielle’s art, please visit her website here. Aside from creating art, she enjoys spending quality time with family and friends, writing poetry about her personal journey through life and running as often as she is able. She believes passionately in opening up a and sharing personal life experiences, through art, poetry, etc. which in turn, grants others the power and courage to do the same, or at the very least, help them to not ever feel alone. You may connect with Tanielle via her Facebook page here.

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